Lyrics

There’s a little man
With little hands livin on his hill
Shoutin at the wind to stop it blowing
His daddy gave him money
When he was just a boy
Now he thinks the whole world is his toy

Feels like he’s makin up for shortfalls we can’t see
Making people feel small
because they don’t believe
that he’s the second coming of the savior Jesus Christ
Oh man
Wouldn’t that be nice…

He’s making plans for no one
In the land of the free
Thinkin that he’s right and we are wrong
Hatred’s cold and it’s
Not what we believe
Beating on the weak
Doesn’t make you strong

Feels like they’re makin up
for shortfalls we can’t see
Making people feel small cuz
They look differently
We’re all from the same place
On that we should agree
One small blue island in a
Sea of misery

There’s a little man
With little hands livin on his hill
Shoutin at the wind to stop it blowing